"What? I'm just practicing!"
"DON'T PRACTICE SWINGING"
Cold night. Silent night. In the Okubo street. They are. They like youngster's voice,looks,and hips.
The man who wears black coat, looking on the top of "K○○○○○-store"
"Drugs. You are Drugs" he whisperd.
In the high school. Two bad rookies are there. Murata syuji,Kitajimagata youji.
"Oh my gush! Next Tues is exam!"←マジ
"Um... I wouldn't like to hear it from your mouth"
("Why his English skill is so poor?")Syuji is distressed.
Youji go out. Syuji is just writing about 6-6 nylon.
"Why his "farewell" accent is perfect? I have no idea"
Youji complained. He is walking on the street. No student,no teacher,no people.
Only a horror body in the center of the road. "Munch cry" is.(Youji did)
He just see "A body". Black shadow fell. It show Youji knives and ran to the street. It stabbed many people. Youji noticed women who have a store's bag are stabbed. The store is near here!
"Oh... Oh my...rock..."
"Ambulance! Call Ambulance!"A man said.
Blood sea. No boat. No help. No swings. There is only a hell.
"Oh my ..."Fucking Angels""
What is shadow? What is "Fucking Angels"? Why he whispered. Have I ever written "Three X" ?
I don't know the story lasts.
It's just a farewell
it shows the power of kendo,or one of Japanese sports.
I hope you write something about it